"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" ~ Mary Oliver

clarity . . .

by mulberryshoots

Some of us, as time goes by, care less and less about appearances, schedules and bypass things that annoy us. Why bother? Others, like me, have been working on coming to some kind of understanding about what has made me tick, or at least what has accounted for the movie script of my life.

Yesterday, I had a deep-tissue massage and both my massage therapist and I were surprised at how many knots she came across and worked out. I felt sore but really good afterwards. Then, I read some stuff online that I had been thinking about while drinking lots of water to work out all that lactic acid released from the fascia lining my muscles.

Then I went to bed.

This morning, I woke up with clarity. All the moving parts of the puzzle that have been my life clicked together at once. The Theme. Variations. Repeats. and finally, the Coda. It all made so much sense. Understanding, for me at least, has provided clairvoyance in 3-D, no longer 2-dimensional facts or events in my life.

Clarity has helped me to finally turn the page and breathe a sigh of relief.

ralph waldo emerson:

“Every spirit builds itself a house; and beyond its house, a world; and beyond its world a heaven. Know then, that the world exists for you: build, therefore, your own world.”

"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded."

morning glories

Every year we plant "heavenly blue" morning glory seedlings in front of the barn. By the Fall, their brilliant blooms create an evanescent blanket of blue, viewed from our kitchen window on foggy mornings in late October and November.
Each flower blooms in the morning and fades at night, a reminder to live each day as it opens and closes.